Volume 11 Seven Weapons: The Farewell Hook Chapter 308: Farewell
night.
In a very spacious room, the walls are snow-white and dust-free.
There was nothing in the room except two quaint futons.
One of them was sitting with Ying Wuwu, and the other was sitting with Di Qinglin.
The two of them sat facing each other, and they didn't know how long they had been sitting there.
Di Qinglin suddenly asked, "Have you ever met Yang Zheng's father, the great thief Yang Hen?"
"I saw him once eighteen years ago." Ying Wuwu said, "That time I saw him hook the head of Ming Feizi, one of the Seven Wudang Masters, with one move."
"His martial arts are just like him, extreme and cruel, and he only goes to extremes." Ying Wuwu said: "His weapon is also a very unconventional weapon. No one in the martial arts world has ever used such a weapon."
"What weapon did he use?"
“It’s a hook, but it’s not a hook. Because it should have been a sword, and the sword should belong to Lan Yichen.”
"Divine Eyes and Divine Sword, Mr. Lan?"
“Yes. At that time, Lan Yichen had not yet obtained his Blue Mountain Ancient Sword, but he accidentally obtained a piece of iron known as the ‘Elite of Eastern Gold and Iron’. Then he searched for many years before he found a swordsman named Shao who had retired many years ago and agreed to refine a sword for him.”
"It's just that at that time he had an appointment with the Bashan swordsman Gu Daoren to discuss swordsmanship, so he left temporarily."
"I didn't expect that when he came back, Master Shao had forged the fine iron into a strange-looking sword." Ying Wuwu said, "It's neither a knife nor a sword. Although the front end is curved like a hook, it's not a hook."
"What a shame that such a good piece of iron was wasted!"
“Lan Yichen naturally didn’t use the ‘sword’, so the strange hook fell into the hands of a poor young man who often came to cook tea and wine for the swordsman. No one could have imagined that he would use this strange hook to practice an unprecedented and bizarre martial arts, and use it to kill dozens of world-famous swordsmen.”
"This young man is Yang Hen, Yang Zheng's father! This hook is the farewell hook!"
Ying Wuwu closed his eyes and calmly recounted this old story.
It's late at night.
Thirty-six boys in white clothes, holding seventy-two bronze candlesticks with candles lit in their hands, suddenly walked in quietly, placed the candlesticks on the four walls, and then walked out with their hands hanging down.
Di Qinglin stood up, bowed respectfully to Ying Wuwu, and said respectfully: "This is the eleventh time that the disciple Di Qinglin has tried the sword. I beg the master to give me some advice."
…
When Yang Zheng found Zhao Zheng, Zhao Zheng was still awake.
He was actually in the brothel where Lu Suwen was, flirting with a group of young and beautiful singing girls, and sometimes even dancing.
"Hahaha, don't run. How can you run away?"
The singing girls and dancers scattered everywhere. Zhao Zheng covered his eyes with a black scarf, smiled lewdly, and pounced left and right.
"Oh, look at my Eagle Claw skills!"
"Eagle Claw" Zhao Zheng, the Eagle Claw skill in his hands is indeed not just talk.
But when he grabbed her, he didn't catch the red girl, but a man.
"Haha, you can't get away now. Let me see which girl it is. We agreed that if I catch you, you have to spend the night with me..."
Zhao Zheng took off the black scarf covering his eyes and saw Yang Zheng. His expression suddenly became very interesting.
"Yang Zheng? What are you doing here?"
Yang Zheng said: "If you can come, why can't I come?"
Zhao Zheng sneered: "But you shouldn't have come to me."
Yang Zheng said: "Let me ask you a few questions."
Zhao Zheng's face darkened and he asked, "What do you want to ask?"
Yang Zheng was originally his subordinate, and he was really unhappy when he was spoken to in such a tone, especially in front of a large group of dancers.
Yang Zheng asked: "The one who exchanged the silver for the darts was you, wasn't it?"
Zhao Zheng was shocked when he heard this, his face changed drastically, but then he calmed down and said, "You are slandering me, you should at least give me some evidence!"
Yang Zheng said: "After Ni Ba robbed the escort silver, his whereabouts have been very secret, but you actually knew about it and told me and Su Weiyun."
Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows and said, "I am well-informed and well-known in the underworld."
Yang Zheng added: "However, catching a wanted criminal like Ni Ba is a great achievement. You would never give this kind of credit to others. But this time you actually gave me the information and didn't share my credit?"
Zhao Zhengdao: "I cultivated you with good intentions, but you doubted me?"
Yang Zheng continued, "Wang Zhenfei didn't personally escort the escort, which was worth 1.8 million taels of silver. But he came that night as soon as the silver was found. And you, you were not there when Ni Ba was arrested, but you were there as soon as Wang Zhenfei arrived, and you immediately found out that the silver had been swapped."
"You are amazing. It's as if you knew that the silver had been replaced!"
Zhao Zheng said coldly: "Then you should learn more from me."
Yang Zheng said: "It is not easy to replace all those silver sheaths. It takes a lot of effort. Even if I lead the brothers in the yamen to work for a day and a night, we may not be able to do it cleanly. Not to mention that Brother Su Weiyun only arrived an hour earlier than us."
"You have slandered Brother Su Weiyun for this matter. This is really the biggest mistake you have made!"
Zhao Zheng clenched his hands, and the blue veins on the back of his hands emerged one by one, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying. He said, "Why don't you tell me, who do you think the criminal is?"
Yang Zheng finally said slowly: "After thinking about it, I can only think of one person who has the time, ability, manpower and effort to do this kind of thing."
He didn't say the man's name, but Zhao Zheng could guess who he would say.
Wang Zhenfei.
——Even Master Ni Ba couldn't easily switch the escort silver. Only Wang Zhenfei, who was originally a escort, could do it.
Of course, Zhao Zheng had colluded with Wang Zhenfei and staged a big drama just to swallow the 1.8 million taels of silver.
Zhao Zheng's five clenched fingers slowly relaxed, his expression became playful, he suddenly clapped his hands again, and said: "Your reasoning is very good, it is simply impeccable! But, where is your evidence? Don't you ever talk about evidence when you investigate cases and arrest people?"
Yang Zheng said something that Zhao Zheng didn't expect: "I have it."
He slowly took off a black rag from his back, and then with an extremely serious expression, he unfolded the rag layer by layer.
It was a small piece of cloth, but it looked like it was wrapped in many layers. Anyone could tell that the things inside must be very important.
Zhao Zheng stared at the rag intently, his mind racing, wondering what evidence of their beloved ones might be hidden in the rag?
The rag finally opened.
A cold light shot out!
Zhao Zheng only saw a weapon with a strange shape, which looked like a sword, but was actually a hook!
Parting hook!
So this became the last thing he saw in his life.
…
At night, the rain stopped.
The old man who was sharpening the knife was sitting under the eaves, holding a green sword in his hand and thinking. He suddenly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light shot out of his eyes.
The brilliance seemed to have merged with the sword light.
"This sword is magical!"
After waiting for a long time, this strange old man who had traveled all over the world and examined countless swords only gave a four-word evaluation of the Xiaoxiang Sword.
Gao Jianfei asked carefully: "Uncle Master, did you say too little this time?"
The old man returned the sword to Su Weiyun and said, "The god of the sword does not lie in the sword. It lies in the person."
Su Weiyun took back the sword, wiped off the raindrops on it carefully, and sighed: "Yes, there is no way to say it all, it is better not to say it."
The old man put away all the tools including the machete, bench, and whetstone, and suddenly said, "But I still have something to say."
"Please go ahead."
The old man said meaningfully: "If this sword is to be perfect, it must be separated from the hook!"
boom!
Suddenly, thunder sounded in the sky, suddenly illuminating the entire town!
